P and I saw The Cure at the Wolstein Center. We had freaking amazingly close seats-- second row up on the sides and close enough to see individual beads of sweat on Robert Smith's face. Yow. Slight sound distortion, but then I was the freak wearing earplugs. (Yeah, yeah, go ahead; make fun of me, but I can still hear those damn mosquito ringtones
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